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Weapon in paw he carried on walking down the dirt path toward the bounty board. "Looking for local works to get you started?" His low orbit stalker asked him. The Echo menu appeared before him he scrolled about into local contract bounties first. Plenty of work he noted as the dozens of list contract appeared. But most of it looked like small work. "Go kill this asshole." "Asshole killed my husband." "Asshole killed my husband and boyyfriend." - Oh what dark times. "This one looked promising." He noted. "Kill the King." Local Bandit group hiding in the northeast junk caverns are terrorizing caravan traders from the Arid Badlands Path Regions- King Peewee is their high leader. "hehe.. I'm sorry.. King Peewee?" The canine thought to himself at the ridiculousness of it. Contract worth: $32,000 plus Shotgun reward. Rarity: Green. Looked like a good starter contract. Pressing the green accept tab the screen lit green and disappeared. A contract timer appeared on his left hand side of his HUD followed by a directional indicator. "You'll be going underground? I can't give you much of a help with you in those ruins." 301 called out. "Good. Keeps your mouth shut." Fallskir replied. "You have strange sense of humor." The orbiter replied. Strangely in the distance he heard the distance rumble.. possibly explosions? Then again it could be no surprise. Its a waste world. He shrugged and switched out to his Umbrage and took off in good speed heading northward forward from the main exit with the twisted metal and dirt crunching at his feet.

"Umm. Please don't mind me." A soft voice spoke as Soar entered in next kinda timidly. "Hey kinda.. dragged me here." She added "Yeah well you've been hiding away with our upcoming ace here and figured I would force myself into this conversation!.. T-that kinda.. coulda worded that better." Kris says trailing off a bit on his awkward comment. Everypony giggled a bit. "It was Kris' idea. Figured we'd all spend some extra time together before we left." Soar spoke up. Kris noted over to the dangled mess of cords near Cloud's desk his lit up noting the old cartirdge console. "Oohhhh~ lookie here!" He kneels down to examine it. "Don't piss yourself looking." Cloud gave a snarky comment. "Oh! A classic!" Kris commented. Standing upright he raises his right hoof. "Madam! I demand a duel!" He says in such superfical tone. Cloud shook her head and chuckled. "Are you okay with it Star?" She asked to her.

Cloud gave out a chuckle giving her a seductive smirk. "Maybe I could persuade my way in?" She giggles a bit playfully poking at her side- "Surprise!" A bursted entry from Kris gave the two a startled jump. "Oh boy! Were you two getting kinky!?" He added giving a playful grin. A sudden toss from Cloud his face became blinded by a used T-shirt. He raised his hoof speaking in a muffled volume. "I clearly deserved it." he said. "Ever heard of knocking?" Cloud asked. "No. I just burst in, giving a show." Was the reply

"Just follow your training. And we'll get through it." She says and planted a breif nuzzle to her cheek. She sat up and looked to the window. Then laid back down next to Star. "Mm... Maybe I'll go to university? I thought about maybe... programming? I do like a bit of tinkering with some computers." She said. Looking to Star she pressed her nose to hers. "Does Cloudsdale uni teach any?" She asked her with a smile.

Deciding to take in the scenary he looked around in his swivel stool. Just down to his left seeing the flashing rundown sign of the gun store. His next stop. Beyond he noted the little CL4TPT tinkering about with the bounty board with its holosign flickering about in short bursts. To his right ignoring the odd looks by the locals close to him he looked back to the garage and gate entrance. Beyond there an opening gap led outward back to the path roads. Not the biggest settlement. He'd have to take a brief look around. With drink in tow he headed left walking past the gunshop. His Echo gave off a notification. "Um hello? Hey ya! Down on the surface?" A digitally distorted voice spoke. "Who is this?" Fallskir replied stopping off the side of the path. "I'm MW-3-01. 3 oh 1 is my usually nickname. I'm a low orbit Maliwan Patrol Satellite. I see you have yourself a former employee ID." 301 spoke. "I'm not employeed." Fallskir replied. "Righty. I noticed that. So, I got nothing better do. How's about I tag along with you and give you some nifty info around here? You checked the latest bounties? There's a good price on someponies heads." The satellite replied in a gleeful tone. Fallskir paused shrugging about with little interest. "I'll look at it later." He said. "Give me a Sit-Rep around here." He commanded. "Ohh superficial ehy? So you're on Pandora yeah. Lotta things happened sometime ago. Lotsa Eridium deposits are springing up all over the place! Here some small independent mines are starting. Dahl seems to not have a care much since their last gig didn't end well." 301 gave out his exposition. Fallskir listened intently. "Hyperion and bunch of other companies got some schemes about. I've been detecting some movement about from them especially near Elpis. The moon." 301 added. Fallksir nodded and approached into the Gun store noting at the vending machine. The display appearing on his Echo as he accessed the inventory. "Guns Guns Guns!!" An automated and rather hearty voice spoke up. "I've noticed you gave yourself a rather limited cash..." 301 spoke. "I've drained most of my account. I shared it to my family." He said. "Well aren't you the generious type? Expecting an early obituary?" 301 commented. "Possibly. Will all written out. " The canine spoke selecting on a Vladof Worker's Marksman Deluxe sniper rifle ((http://media-titanium.cursecdn.com/attachments/43/615/vladof_sr.png)) With it materializing into his paws he holds it up examining it with intrigue. Needed some kind of long range weapon figured he'd get something simple. Make it a little fair for his hapless future victims, it wouldn't matter. He snickered a little. Pulling back on the charge he chambered his round. He liked the heft to it. Felt like a true rifle. Maliwan weapons are fine and all. It was his go to. But never matched the good aesthetic of traditional weapons like from Dahl, Vladof or Jakobs. Switching out his rifle disappated and his Umbrage SMG appeared in his paws.

"Hehe.. well First explain to my family I got a marefriend. Oh that'll give em the shocker." She chuckles. "Eh. Well the first thing is to see the family. I'm well over due for a vacation break. Maybe we could to Haywaii? Tons of lounging and cuddling under a palm shade." She says giving her a wink. The two lay back on the bunk just letting out a collective sigh. "Sis will be so happy to see me." She says trailing off a bit. Not sure what to say next. The two mares lay about just soaking in their plans. And the near future.

Reaching his hand out he allowed the scanner to take note of his biometric signature. "ID Recognized. Do you wish to apply for Hyperion New-U Station services?" The automated machine spoke. "Yes." He said with little tone. "User ID registered with Maliwan Corp Bounty Service! Nice to meet you rival scum!" The female machine mocked. "Fuck you." Fallskir again replied. "Well somepony has very little humor. Registration authorized. As a gift your first spawn will be waivered for free. Have a nice day.... scum!" The machine added with a scoffing finish. Fallskir just raised his eyebrow and turned about heading toward the a drink stand just ahead near the Town Offices. The mixture of ponies and other creatures that sit by at the open street drink bar look to Fallskir with intrigue as he hoped onto his seat. The griffon tender approached. "Just came from orbit?" He asked. "Water please." Fallkskir gave his order. "Well then.." Came the reply. With a fresh poured bottle from under the counter he hands it to him. "Pay please?" The griffon asked. Nodding he reached behind him into his little zipper pouch near his waist showing his digital wallet. With the griffons Pay Scanner ready he swipes at it charging him for the drink. "Spas Dikim*." Fallskir gave thanks, the dark brown griffon gave a smile as he adjusted his neck scarf. *Spas Dikim: Thank you.

Heavy smiled happily. The two sit about in silence for a bit before Heavy took hold of her hoof. "It's gonna be okay Star." She says, just trying to muster up what comfort she can give her. "Hey?.. Watcha wanna do when this is all over?" She asked, just curious on what will lay in store later on.

Heavy Cloud gave a giggle and nuzzled her cheek. "Of course we will silly. Text, face chat, phone calls. Whatever your pref."She says continuing to nuzzle her. The two walking about trying to restrain their PDA away from the rest of the passerbys as they head off to Cloud's quarters. Once inside Cirrius gave a happy squack as they entered. Knowing what she wanted Star allowed her out through the port window.

Following down the junk littered hills and following what heap of a path he found Haven just in its distance. Surrounded only by Junk, Junk and more junk. Fantastic, just like this rock planet. Back to a brisk jog, he approached to the northwestern gate, seemed locked tight. He pressed on the intercom. "Oh ho! Why hey! SO umm.. Yeah the door's broken uhh you need to walk to the front gate. Like... yeah." A rather casual pre-recorded message played. "Well then." Fall gave an unamused expression beginning his extended trip toward the front gate, oh what a time waste. With only the crunch of his boots his audible que with the echoing fans blazing on the other side of the wall he zoned out slightly till a buzz to his Echo pulled him. Oh lookie that commander fellow just in orbit. "Fallskir, Maliwan employee vehicle access doesn't reach out to this section of space. You'll also need to apply with New-U on a Hyperion Spawn station-" Fallskir soon interupted him. "Yes yes. I'll handle it. Better leave before one of those Hyperion laddies notice you. They'd shoot you down rather quick." Fallskir replied as he approached the gate passing about through and toward the New U station just by the small garage shacks. "Alright then. Corvo-Serria will be making departure. It's a one way stop. Have a good one." The ship commander gave his final sayings and departed.

"Final prep will commence tomorrow morning at 0900 hours. At then you'll depart and arrive Al Sulayaminjar Air Base and will be given a brief orientation by Commander Hussain. He'll show you around and be given your tasks from then on. Also be noted when you arrive you'll be filling a brief info registry. Most records have already be given to the Arabian military but it's more so just an orientation thing. Nothing too bad." He says. "Oh and finally. Keep your embassy and command open report lines numbers on you. As we all know the Arabians are still at their little fuss about Changelings. You are under no circumstance to take any order and carry out against any Changeling beings. Only in self defense. If you're given an order relating to that or are simple questioning about the legitimacy about it give one of these a call and have contact with either an Ambassador or Regimental Orders Officer. " He says. Star takes note of this. She'll have to pay close attention to specific orders from the Arabians. "If you have no further questions. You're all dismissed." With that they all salute and the commander departs followed by the Squad. Heavy is there to immediately greet Star with a warm nuzzle. "Hey." She says.

"Alright. Firing first correction thrust." Fallskir taps on the small controls with his left hand his pod compensating and correcting its course to align with his original course. But with sudden abruptness a warning alarm blares. Viewing the console it seems to be a problem with the retro thrusters with a failed temperature sensor. He was now off course away from Haven. Taking manual control he fired the thrusts with the stick guide. He burned for several seconds now entering into the lower atmosphere leaving a burning streak high into the air. His presence would be seen and maybe attract attention. With loud repeating beeps his pod activated the air brakes. At least that worked. With quick consecutive blares it rang into his ears until with a loud crash he was planetside. After compossing himself from the exposure of G's he sits himself up letting out a loud groan. He need a pain reliever. No- he just needs a good kill. With his pod door hissing loudly it pops off crashing into the dirt floor exposing him to the bright sunlight. He took a long sniff- it smelt.... like shit. Quite literally. Looking around his surroundings- oh hey look at that. He landed right near someponies outhouse. And as though by cue stepping out an old slobbery stallion exits his steel enforced trailer compartment. He looks about lazeliy with his derping expression. He spits at the ground. "You're one of them corporate boys?" He mutters unamusingly. Fallskir scoffed and stepped down tapping at the hatch side. Opened up, he retrieves his Umbra Pistol and Phobia Fire SMG. Examining his ECAT device on his arm it looked functional at the least. But it's charge wasn't ready he'll have to wait. Next he- "You gonna fix my sewage tank right?" He was interupted. Giving his unchanging frown he reaches to his side extending his friction locked baton in hand with sparking arches of electricty emitting. The stallion looks to it, then back to the canine. "I'll just... go." Turning around the bumbling bum turns back into his trailer. Fallskir gave a smirk and put away his baton. ECHO up, he looked to his map and noted his distance to Haven. Not too long a walk. With his Phobia at ready he took into a dashing sprint making his way toward the settlement along down the small trail away from the bumbling bum and onward.

Before anypony could speak up their commander entered in with papers in tow along with the carrier captain. The two quietly discuss to each other with the formal salutes done with and the squad take their seats. "No idea... we'll find out." Razor leaned in whispering to Star. The commander sniffled a little bit. "Let's uh, get this under way. Think I have a cold coming." He sniffles again. "Our transfer came in from Royal Air Defense and the Armed Conflicts Intervention. The upstairs ponies. You'll be heading for the Al Sula- Sali?.." He compossed himself from the error. "Sulayaminjar Forward Air Base. You'll be right up there with the front. Expect some frequent missions with the Arabians." He says. "Forward command will be passed to their commander Mussien Hussain." he adds with the projection on the wall before them displaying the northern province of Sulayaminjar with a brown coated bearded pony beside it. "I expect you all to give them the same treatment of respect as to our own command. " He says. "Also as a good treat your week wage will be transferred early to your accounts. Just a little early reward for your good efforts these few weeks." The commander gave a proud smile to them.

Above near the orbit of Pandora awaits a recon corvette just near the planet's horizon. Looking down to the desolate waste world below. Maliwan business perhaps, but this wasn't this corvette's intentions. Awaiting inside its drop passenger awaited for his final destination. Fallskir watched from his pod window as he observed the planetscape. "Life support system seems secure. Tether rig is good for launch." The commander called to his ECHO device. "Gotta let you know, Corporate wont like this knowing I'm outta my jurisdiction range." He added. "Tell em to bill me." Fallskir replied. With a tap on his digital account pulled up he completed the money transfer to his divded family members. He would surely get some worried recordings from them. But he felt a good one on this hunt. He was gonna make some big cash for this visit. Plenty goonies on the ground all just ripe with bounties on their heads. With the listing of bounites appearing he gave a happy toothy grin. "Setting your coordinates near Haven city. Closest settlement from this locale. Fall you dont have to jump. Pandora's just a death trap. Those Vault hearings are just myths." The commander spoke up. "That's the least of my concern. There's a planet full of pyschopaths down their and fresh to be taken. I can make just as big a fortune hunting their heads. Hopefully a good challenge." The canine replied flipping his hood up. "Pressurizing. I'm heading planet side."He said. And with that he closed the hatch to his drop pod. With the Tether looseing it descended his pod into the vaccum of space and firing off its thruster following planet orbit. It was do or die now. Give me a challenge Pandora.

With the two locked in form passion they wrestled and played finding themselves suddenly on the floor. Star landing upon Cloud, the two met gazes to check their conditions both letting out a hearty laugh before pressing their noses to one another. "Don't get too comfy. I got more plans were this came.." She grinned and the two return to a newly found flurry of kisses. ------ With weeks off of an operation and with new found time spent between each other it was the day they both feared. And just in her email inbox she recieved her Notice of Expedition. With a proper slam of her forehead she gave the bad news. After much more hugs and kisses they awaited for that woeful day. But assuring to one another they would stay in touch as much as possible. Down in the briefing room they awaited patiently for their departure briefing from their commander. Each taking their seats one another. And noting Heavy Cloud was awaiting outside when they were done.

"Hehe if that's what you wanna call it. I like it simple." She leans in whispering to her. "A special somepony." She says before smirking. Before any other reaction she is surprised by a quick peck to the lips from her newly established marefriend. "Come on its getting late. This call from some celebratory snuggles." She gave a playful smirk to her. Back down into Cloud's quarters Star entered in first followed by Cloud herself. Turning to face the mare she is suddenly greeted by a gently push onto the bed before being pinned down a sudden attack of tickles from her fellow comrade and she bursted into laughter along with Cloud.

Cloud blushed a bit. She felt this was coming. She could feel it, hint at it. But perhaps that was just the extra attachment to her. "Star..." She whispered. With her hoof pressed under her comrades chin she raise her gaze to hers. "Yes." She said. Whilst a bit vague of an answer Star could feel herself churning inside. Cloud leaned and embraced her tightly nuzzling into her cheek with fired passion. "I don't want you to go so soon." She nearly whimpered as they sat back down onto the carrier.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZPTtakbheg&app=desktop Pressed to her ear she was greeted by a soft humming tune of a guitar being picked along with the ambient inclusion of strings behind it. It was around in the middle of it so she assumed the song wouldn't last too long. She wasn't familiar with the tune. Perhaps a self recording of a street player? The next track picked up with a crescendo after an electronic build up. Soon with background drum thumps a distorted voice began to sing softly. A sorta rock like new age?

Srosh gave her a warm smile and kneeled down petting her head gently. "No need to apologize." He says softly. "I thought I had badly offened. I too get deeply troubled over things like that. I don't want to compromise this relation miss Page. If we're to get through this we'll need to be reliant. And the last thing I want to do is upset you and your companion." He said. Srosh was glad she wasn't irreversably upset with him. From now he would know to avoid ths subject. He gently ruffled her mane a bit in a playful manner hoping it could add to cheering her up a little. Film in the mean time sat by watching the two in their little contented moment. He looked out the rolling plain before him just keeping himself in deep though. Srosh stood back up. He took out his earbud and handed over his TrotPony. "Would you like a listen? Keep you a bit sane from all this boring walking?" He offered to her.

Cloud looking to her,She got up. "What's wrong?" She asked proaching. "You don't want to keep touch? Something bothering you?" She continued on. With the two now face and face their was a long pause between the two as they met in sight. "You can tell me anything Star. I won't bite." She iterated

"Well surely the Arabians have terminals don't they? Computers? Phones?... Didn't I give you my cellphone number- actually no I didn't now that I think.." She says pulling her phone to her attention. After a brief exchange of numbers they return their usual. "But yeah... " She iterated. "Guess.. just keep in touch?" She said trailing a bit. "It's not gonna be a fun day I'll say." She said tapping her hooves on the carrier deck looking up at the stars.

Nah. Nothing in particular. It's up to you!

Cloud gave her pouting expression "Aww you're fun." She then turned to a slight giggle. "Eh its okay I know its not exactly your specialty. Looking to the clock and stretched a little. "Eh its time for a quick drag anyway." She said grabbing her pack of Poison Joke sticks. The two returning outside to the carrier deck for their ritual night time hangings.

Hey you! Its me that person who won't stop praising you for your talented efforts? Shut up and take me money! I want to have another commission from you if possible? ^^ I think you may know my pattern if you remember? I have another roleplay character I want to commission just like the last two Arabian ones. Quabar is from the Al Sulayaminjar apart of the Gaze of the Star following. A rather popular and historically involved religion spanning to the old days of Arabia. As a devote follower Quabar is generally collective and humble. Always striving to be kind and open to most ponies. While loyal to his kingdom and the royal family Quabar is hesitant on going to war or taking another life. Just like the others he will be wearing a flight suit but also along with his accessories he has.